Archers Ever Have Two Strings

Blood, Though It Sleep A Time, Yet Never Dies. The Gods On Murtherers Fix Revengeful Eyes.

Who To Himself Is Law No Law Doth Need; Offends None And Is King Indeed.

Each Natural Agent Works But To This End,- To Render That It Works On Like Itself.

Fortune, The Great Commandress Of The World, Hath Divers Ways To Advance Her Followers: To Some She Gives Honor Without Deserving; To Other Some, Deserving Without Honor; Some Wit, Some Wealth,--and Some, Wit Without Wealth; Some Wealth Without Wit; Some Nor Wit Nor Wealth.

Enough 's As Good As A Feast.